My Cheese Steak Search Is Over 0
If you see the words “Philadelphia Cheese Steak” on a menu in these parts, whatever you get is likely an abominable and detestable crime against nature.
I’ve finally found an exception–a place that knows that putting steak and cheese in a bun does not magically morph them into a “Philly Cheese Steak,” that cheese steaks do not include chunks of chuck, portions of peppers, tablespoons of tomatoes, or, for Pete’s sake, mounds of (shudder) mayonnaise.
Elias Cafe at Aragona and the Boulevard just a few blocks west of Pembroke makes as good a cheese steak as I ever had at the Deerhead (where the Deerhead double with everything is the cat’s meow and the bee’s knees).
Try it.
They also throw a good breakfast, a great Greek salad, and gorgeous gyros.
Afterthought:
My friend was irritated by my habit of interrogating wait staff about their so-called “cheese steaks” on their menus.
Then she had a cheese steak at Elias Cafe.
She still may not approve, but now she understands . . . .
